Dream dictionary: Coffee, making dream meanings

…Dreaming about making business with coffee announces serious problems and even failures in business and other matters. If you are selling coffee in the dream, soon you will suffer losses. If you are buying coffee, then the risks are lower. When a woman dreams of managing coffee, it’s a warning that she lacks the necessary discretion, which is why she’ll have problems. A young woman who has a dream about her roasting coffee indicates that she desires to travel in order to find a husband. Dreaming about green or immature coffee beans suggests that enemies will try to prevent the dreamer to reach his or her goals in business, affection, etc. Dreaming about a coffee grinder announces serious risks which should be taken with precaution and integrity. If the coffee mill isn’t able to grind the coffee, it signifies that there will be failures in everything the dreamer tries…

Usually dreams about coffee indicate the routine we have in our daily lives. It also shows how important it is to us and how influential the dreams are. The dream about coffee could also indicate things you are doing in life too fast. Perhaps the dream suggests you to slow down a little bit. Consider that dream about coffee could also indicate your life that is in lack of variety. The daily things you are doing and the routine you are in don’t bring the joy and happiness in your life anymore. The dream, in which you are making coffee to someone else, denotes to your hospitality towards the others. Perhaps you are the person who gives a lot of good qualities to others.

Getting into good company. 150.

…myself — he was unworthy of her love.I would insult him, pick a quarrel, fight a duel — and pose in her eyes as the conquering hero! This and much more nonsense rushed through my brain, as I ate my frugal meal and watched the two.Suddenly I was forced by some unrestrainable impulse, and, as much to my own surprise as theirs,I leaned forward and whispered, “Are you going to the ZONE ARTO?”The effect was marvellous.The man dropped his cup with an oath — the hot coffee soaking through his trousers made him wince with pain — and the girl gazed at me with dilated eyes.”Good God!” she ejaculated, a slightly foreign accent in her voice only adding to her charm, are you one of us? It was my turn to be amazed and puzzled.Was I one of them? What did she mean? Was it possible that my dream was…

…a good deal too solid for me, but which she ate as only a girl in her station can eat; whilst I, looking on, watched the colour slowly creep back to her ashen cheeks, and the raindrops rise in minute vapour clouds from her skirt and boots.” Now,” she said, as she drained the last drop of coffee from her cup, and shook her head when I asked her if she would have any more, ”now, you’ve kept your bargain and I’ll keep mine. You asked me to tell you about him, and so I will. To begin with, by him I mean Jim Bailey — my young man Jim. But, of course, I suppose you’ve guessed that. Journalists know a thing or two — at least, so I’ve always understood. Well, in speaking of Jim I’m not going to beat about the bush; hat wasn’t his wish — not…